The Republic of Greg Tucker is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by President with a fair hand, and renowned for its smutty television, strictly enforced bedtime, and anti-smoking policies. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless, devout population of 24.078 billion Greg Tuckerians enjoy a sensible mix of personal and economic freedoms, while the political process is open and the people's right to vote held sacrosanct.

The minute, outspoken government, or what there is of one, prioritizes Education, with Public Transport, Law & Order, and Defense also on the agenda, while Social Policy and Spirituality aren't funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Mill City. Income tax is unheard of.

The all-consuming Greg Tuckerian economy, worth a remarkable 5,446 trillion tuckerrans a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Retail, and Cheese Exports. Average income is an amazing 226,206 tuckerrans, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.1 times as much as the poorest.

Stylish juvenile delinquents are highly overrepresented in fatal motorcycle accidents, prime commercial land is being swamped with archaeological teams, citizens can be frequently spotted going about their business stark naked, and bus ads propagandize causes ranging from sexual revolution to religious pogroms. Crime, especially youth-related, is pervasive, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Greg Tucker's national animal is the monkey, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.